He watches her for a while. She walks around in a quiet place. Perhaps it's better than the aching grief, and it's certainly better than the emptiness surrounding her for so long. Now, when he slides his arms around her, she smiles softly, leans against him long enough to accept his embrace, but they don't really talk. Her mind is somewhere far away.

He wonders what she's thinking, but anytime he asks, she just shakes her head.

"Don't worry about me, sugar," she says and draws away to some other task. Leaving him alone.

He wishes she wasn't so quiet.